This is the backside of the awesome Senor de Temblores. He is a black saint who, while helping clean the wreckage from the 1950 Earthquake, somehow stopped some of the aftermath tremors. Or something like that. There were so many people in the Plaza for this parade of the humongous Saint to be carried along the street by a bunch of men, one of which I found out is in my Intermediate 1-2 class at night. Six degrees everybody! That's hot shit... So anyway, it took an hour for the Saint to move one city block, and then he started heading up into San Blas... We decided to try to duck out, HA! That was incredible trying to move past people who weren't willing to shift to the side simply because. It was awesome. And then we met up with some TEFLers, and luckily they were hulks, so we latched onto that band wagon and just mauled the crowd over, including little kids that couldn't stand up in time... muahahahah! Suddenly, mere steps from freedom (we were so close we could feel the air and got cold again) these sirens went off and everyone raised their right hand up toward the cathedral, and that was the end of that. Cold and stuck I had an awesome time making faces at the adorable kids resting their heads on their parents shoulders. We finally got free and it was so much fun walking away watching the mass exodus of people, talk about a wave!
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